Miroslava Odalovic

No I Am Not Made Of This World - Poem by Miroslava Odalovic

The flesh denies the touchThe touch denies the realThe real denies - just like meThat I am here struggling to learnThe ways of all the fleshTo cast the touched within the wombWhere fires burn in torches raisedNo I am not here and you cannot findA single thread to lead my stepsMight as well be a netCaught within itselfStruggling to learn the ways of all the nets‘Too broad a human, should be narrowed down’So as to stand under the shadowsThe same ones I stood againstThe day I was bornWhen Irony stood my wayNo I am not, not made of this worldI am 9 an upside down 6 struggling an in between zero